, to go yachting on Strangford Lough, or
picnicking at the family bungalow on Braddock Island, or for a long
jolly ride with Mrs. Andrews in their little Renault round the Ards
Peninsula, and he was thoroughly content. When of a Saturday evening he
opened the door, so the servants at Ardara used to say, they like all
the rest waiting expectantly for his coming, it was as though a wind
from the sea swept into the house. All was astir. His presence filled
the place. Soon you would hear his father's greeting, "Well, my big son,
how are you?" and thereafter, for one more week's end, it was in Ardara
as though the schoolboy was home for a holiday. You would hear Tom's
voice and laugh through the house and his step on the stairs; you would
see him, gloved and veiled, out working among his bees, scampering on
the lawn with the children, or playing with the dog, or telling many a
good story to the family circle. Everyone loved him--everyone.

A distinguished writer, Mr. Erskine Childers, in an estimate of Andrews,
judges that the charm of the man lay in a combination of power and
simplicity. Others tell how unassertive he was, and modest in the finest
sense; "one of nature's gentlemen," says a foreman who owed him much, no
pride at all, ready always to take a suggestion from anyone, always
expressing his views quietly and considerately; "having of himself,"
writes Mrs. Andrews, "the humblest opinion of anyone I ever knew." And
then she quotes some lines he liked and wrote in her album:

"_Do what you can, being what you are,
Shine like a glow-worm, if you cannot as a star,
Work like a pulley, if you cannot as a crane,
Be a wheel-greaser, if you cannot drive a train_";

and goes on to say how much Judge Payne's familiar lines express the
spirit and motive of his actions throughout life, and how always he had
such a love for humanity that everyone with whom he came in contact felt
the tremendous influence of his unselfish nature. He was never so happy
as when giving and helping. Many a faltering youth on the threshold of
the world he took by the arm and led forward. A shipwright testifies "to
his frequent acknowledgment of what others, not so high as himself,
tried to do." Another calls him "a kind and considerate chief and a good
friend always." A third, in a letter full of heartbreak at his loss,
pays him fine tribute: "In the twenty years I have known him I never saw
in him a single crooked turn. He was alway